new orleans, new atlantis?

I still can't decide. My mom's confident it'll come back. I, on the other hand, tend to agree somewhat with the end of this: "[these refugees] mostly lived paycheck-to-paycheck, and with N.O. gone, there's no more paychecks. These people may never go back, no matter what's done to rebuild."

And if interdictor is to be believed, it's being torn down from inside by people living in a wet, swampy hell.

I was going to spend a few months there, freelancing and stuff. I'm not now. I may never go there for long, if my mother doesn't go back. I don't know what to feel any more. I'm gonna go shower.

We visited my aunt Ronnie today (she and Carolyn are twin sisters; together, they have six kids, who're pretty cool.) I came out to her, as well. She, too, was glad; both she and Carolyn said, hey, I seemed a lot happier and that's what matters.

And it looks like I have a source for hormones here in Lafayette. Yay tit pills!